Chapter 127: Becoming a disciple of a Masterblacksmith (1)

Leaving the two of them inside the smithy, Draven and the Chief continued to talk, forgetting the presence of Ronan in the first place.

"You see, I also have a kid with your age." The Chief suddenly shook his head. "But the difference between you and him is too great."

Draven didn't know how to react, recalling the image of his parents, he was somewhat feeling gloomy. Of course, his outward expression never changed at all.

"I'm expecting that by the age of nine, you have already earned a doctoral degree, right? While him? He only does nothing but extort my money. 

If it wasn't because of his mother, I would have introduced him to failure management, and let him become a leader there!"

Draven was dumbfounded by his ranting, and couldn't help but thought:

'Sounds like what Asian parent's stereotypes would say.'